BlackOuts
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I wake up on my living room couch feeling dazed. I sit up and look down at my clothes. They're covered with grime and dirt, there's also a sort of woods smell. A pounding headache makes it's way to my forehead so hard I wince. I bring my left hand to my forehead and rub it with my fingertips. I pull my hand away from my forehead and look at it. My fingertips are dark and red, they look like a red pen exploded on them. I sniff my fingers and recoil in shock. Blood, my fingers are covered in blood. One thought makes its way through my mind: Just what the hell have I done?--------------------------------------------------- Nicole" Nikki" Alvarez has been having blackouts since she was seven years old. Her parents have taken her to thousands of doctors, and they all say the same thing," take headache pills". Nikki's 15 now, and her headaches are getting worse and worse. In the past, when she blacked out, she didn't remember a thing. She has questions now: What's the cause of the blackouts?
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